Ain't you coming out to-night / words by Ren Shields music by Henriette Blanke-Belcher

VERSE 01: Pretty Sal, Honey gal, listen while I woo,/ While I tell to you that I loves you true;/ Listen now while I vow by some magic art,/ You got de key of this poor darkey's heart./ A floating on de breezes/ I think I hear your name,/ De birds and all de beezes am a-singing of your fame,/ Pretty Sal, Honey gal, I wants yer to be mine,/ 'Cause you're sweeter den de melon on de vine.
CHORUS: Ain't you coming out dis evening,/ Ain't you coming out tonight?/ Ain't ye going to be receiving,/ Ain't ye going to be polite?/ Don't you hear your honey singing,/ Don't you hear his banjo ringing?/ Good Lawdy! "Hun," I'm waiting;/ Ain't you coming out tonight?
VERSE 02: Pretty Sal, Honey gal, won't you tell me, please,/ Do no longer tease, set my heart at ease,/ Answer soon, tell dis coon dat your his alone,/ And dat you'll share his little cabin home,/ A night when I'm a-dreaming/ I only dreams of you,/ In day light I'm a-scheming 'bout what I ought to do./ Pretty Sal, Honey gal, I wants to change yer name,/ 'Cause you're sweeter den de sugar on de cane.